Ergebnis für "Dirty Little Secrets Entfesselt (CEORomance 3)" in Belletristik

THE INCREDIBLY GRIPPING THRILLER FROM THE BESTSELLING AUTHOR OF THE PERFECT LIE ********* In the exclusive gated community of Withered Vale, people's lives appear as perfect as their beautifully manicured lawns. Money, success, privilege - the residents have it all. Life is good. There's just...

Zane and Maggie have been living a lie...A marriage that’s not really a marriage. A relationship that’s about as f--ked-up as they come. A secret that’s going to kill them both if they don’t sort their sh*t out, stat. And now they’re going on tour with Dirty. As the band’s assistant manager, Maggie knows she has to keep it professional - and keep away from her “husband” on the road.

I did it. I married a billionaire. My reasons are my own, but the last thing I expected was to feel owned. I may have taken vows, but I'm still determined to be me. Now his rules are taking over my world, but I'm not the kind of girl to just obey. There's only one problem: I might actually be falling for him.... I have no idea how this marriage is going to go, but holding on to a piece of myself while succumbing to his dirty pleasures is shaping up to be the ride of a lifetime.

Wenn es nach Bailey Leblanc ginge, würde sie Colt Lewis, dem neuen Eishockey-Trainer der Wild Tigers, für den Rest ihres Lebens aus dem Weg gehen. Colt ist nicht nur der Zwillingsbruder ihrer besten Freundin Faith, sondern auch der Mann, in den sie schon immer schrecklich verliebt gewesen war. Allerdings hat sie ihrer besten Freundin ein Versprechen gegeben, das sie dazu zwingt, Colt aufzusuchen, sobald dieser endlich wieder aus der Versenkung auftaucht. Denn vor fünf Jahren, nach einer heißen Nacht mit Bailey, ist Colt sang- und klanglos verschwunden.

I’ve got a big...ego and an even bigger bank account. That’s pretty much where my bio ends. I don’t need to say anything else. I’ve just sold 99% of women on going home with me. Do I sound like a jerk to you? That’s because I am. It works for me just fine. Or at least it did. Until I met her. Books talk about sparks flying. Screw that. With her, it was like emergency flares mixed with jet fuel. Or maybe just straight up napalm. Only one problem. She wouldn’t tell me her name or her number when she disappeared from the hotel room after the hottest night of my life.